October falls

A mark of the north, burned to the skin, scarred to the bone Men howling like the wolves, the beasts of the unlight It’s not salvation that draws near, but the burden of flesh The strength beyond the...

The tide's rising, collapsed mountains of ideals ahead The arts of honourless martyrs the tongoues of nation's decay Fleshless bearers of faded credence, scarred for the north. From gallows to stained...

And at the last stand, torn and scarred But with pride inside, strength to bleed And to write the upcoming history Wounds for the future Graves for the past Blood to shed in order For tomorrow to...

Carved from the same roots, grown from the same seeds One stained grand design, a monumental, blazing sight A homage to martyrs, who bled for the cause In the twilight of idols, the pyres of oblivion...

There’s an absent of light, a hunger towards eternity And a chained, primordial nature unleashed From the womb of ash, to the stronghold of silence The bloodlines of the past, the ashes of hope...

The wisdom of the old, a fathomless void Prevailing the dogmas, hidden in the flames of alteration These beasts among the men, the wolves of the doom Caressing the prey, embracing the certain end The...

The wounds are carved to the bones, the borders have faded The yesterdays are hailed with open arms Once lost, but now arisen is the strength of the old And the firm beast within, the ruins lie ahead...